Chapter three: The Daydream Potion

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A.N I know it was ages but hey.by the way i think my comp might have a virus so im posting off my bros comp, really im so annoyed, my comp is all screwed up. Grrrr

As the trio walked toward their class Ron was telling Harry that they are going to be late for History of Magic. Normally Hermione would go crazy if she were late but she seemed to be paying no attention whatsoever. When Ron noticed he tried to get her attention. He even went as far to wave his hand in front of her face. She still ignored him. When he clicked his fingers she finally snapped out of her reverie. She shot an offended look at him and then picked up her pace.

When she reached the classroom she noticed that there were only two seats left. Next to Lavender. There was no way Hermione would sit next to her. The brunette decided that she could sit on the far seat but as she made her way towards it, Harry sat down. She sighed and was about to take the one next to him when Ron took the seat. She narrowed her eyes at him and then looked around.

As Hermione looked around anxiously she saw someone shift. She turned to find that the only free seat was next to none other than The Ferretboy. She sighed and with a last furious glance at her two "friends", she sat next to the blond slytherin.

As the Gryffindor contemplated whether or not use the potion she didn't see the blond take a sip of a familiar looking vial. Finally Hermione decided that the only way she could bear a lesson while sitting next to Ferret was if she daydreamed through it.

Hermione looked around carefully, and when she was assured that no one was paying any attention to what she was doing, she finally took her dose.

As soon as the liquid made its way down her throat, her vision turned blurry for a few moments before coming into focus. Hermione appeared to be standing next to a creek, she assumed that she was in a forest considering the amount of trees around her.

She didn't realize that she spoke her thoughts aloud until a cold drawling voice spoke:

"That sounds logical Granger doesn't it? Trees... Forest... Despite the tiny possibility of you being wrong I assume that you do not realize that this place could be anything you want it to be."

His stormy grey eyes bore into hers as the scenery around them changed. Suddenly the pair was sitting down with their knees touching. Neither bothered to move away from each other as they were sitting on a small dingy in the middle of a lake that seemed to be the Hogwarts Lake.

Hermione, knowing that it is her daydream wondered if she has to hate Malfoy. No one would know. She wondered if she could imagine him to be someone else. She tried picturing someone else, like Viktor. Malfoy laughed slightly.

"Sorry to disappoint you but it is 'just' me. No famous Viktor Krum or Weasel-bee." There was no hate in his voice. He seemed amused. Hermione wondered if it was her, or if it was an effect of the potion that she did not seem to hate Malfoy at all.

"Malfoy why are we here?"

"It's Draco." He stated simply.

Hermione stared at him for a few seconds.

"What?"

"Call me Draco. It's just a daydream. No one will ever know, if that's what you're afraid of."

"Oh."

They stared at each other for a while before Hermione broke the silence.

"Why are we here?"

He laughed softly "I thought that you knew what the potion was about when you took it."

Hermione tried and failed to resist the urge to roll her eyes. For some reason she thought he would be smarter than Ron.

"Not what I meant you prat. Why are we here? I mean this place in particular. I don't remember wishing to be in the middle of the lake..."

His mouth made an 'o' and he nodded and his pale cheeks warmed up with colour slightly. He looks quite cute when he blushes. Hermione thought.

"Well I like it here I guess. I come out here sometimes... I like it cause it's quiet."

Hermione wondered about this. She would never guess that Draco Malfoy was a quiet guy who like to think. I mean really- think! But then again it was just a potion-induced daydream so he most likely wasn't really like that.

"Okay Hermione you can stop dissing me."

"What?" He can hear me think? Hermione was slightly confused.

"Yes. I can hear you think. So what if it is only a daydream? It doesn't create fake people. It only uses real people with their personality. That's what the bottle says anyway, that is supposed to be the good thing about the potion."

"But how come you're so... nice now, but such a prat in the real world? Why couldn't you be like this?" She said all this in one breath, telling him exactly what was on her mind. She felt a little sad when she saw him falter, look at her with an extremely sad look in his eyes.

"I have an image to keep up with. I am a nasty, green, sneaky Slytherin remember? Plus there is my father..."

"I'm sorry Draco, I didn't mean it like that." She stood up to sit next to him but as she did the dingy swung violently, making Hermione lose her balance. As she was falling backwards she desperately tried to hold onto something. Unfortunately the only something around was Draco...

"Aaaargh!"

Hermione was still holding the front of Draco's robes when they broke the water's surface. Hermione was like Crookshanks. She could swim but she usually avoided water plus she was rather alarmed about the depth of the lake.

She was clinging to the blond for her life as he struggled to keep them above the water.

"For Merlin's sake! Are you trying to drown me woman?" He glared at her but seeing the look on her face he understood. He was about to help her get to the dingy but the slytherin in him had a different ideas. Draco took a deep breath and holding Hermione to him tightly he dove into the water.

Hermione let go off him the instant she felt him going down. She tried to swim up towards the surface but Draco was holding onto her tightly not letting her. She panicked, trying to hit him underwater. He just held her.

Hermione fought for as long as she had some air in her lungs. Now she was just trying to swim up. Draco knew. He pulled her towards him and placed her lips on hers.

The brunette's eyes opened wide when she felt warm lips on her own. She stared into Draco's stormy grey orbs as he kissed her, giving her some of his air. She put her arms around his neck holding him as they exchanged their oxygen. Hermione's legs were around his waist as she held onto him. She noticed that his feet were moving when suddenly they broke the water surface again.

As soon as Hermione recovered from the lack of oxygen she smacked Draco hard over his head.

"You are such an ass! You could have drowned us!"

She was about to hit him again but he caught her hand and pulled her closer kissing her again. Hermione has never forgotten to be angry so fast. All she could think about was the tingly feeling in her stomach, Draco's lips on hers, his hands in her hair...

Her legs seemed like they were made from jelly. Hermione was sure that if her legs weren't still wrapped around his waist she would probably fall down. That is if Draco and she wasn't still in the bloody water!

She didn't know how long they were in the water kissing. She wouldn't mind if they stayed like that forever but her wish wasn't granted. Suddenly she felt something knock into the back of her head. She broke the kiss, turning around to find the dingy behind her. Damn!

Then her vision became slightly blurry again, the lake changing back into Binn's classroom. She turned around to find Ron standing behind her. He had a heavy book in his hands. It seemed that he knocked the back of her head. Hermione gave him one of her evilest looks. Ron paled slightly and turned around and walked away.

The gryffindor packed her books, and as she closed her back her and Malfoy's eyes met. The pair stared at each other for a few seconds before looking away, each blushing remembering what they dreamed about. Both were too concerned about their own daydream, that neither noticed that they weren't alone.

Hermione had no idea that Draco dreamed the same daydream as her. She wouldn't even dream to think that he would use W.W.W. Product. Of course Draco would never expect Hermione to do such thing either. She was the bookworm know-it-all who would never miss a lesson if she could help it.

When Hermione walked out of the class she put her hand into her pocket, feeling the small vial. She pulled her hand out and looked at the little bottle, expecting it to be empty. To her surprise the bottle was as full as before she used it. She smiled to herself... Ahhh a Permanent Refiling Charm. There will be more fun then.

A.N. Was it any good? Review okay! Yeah so you got a daydream. There will be more... as you could tell from the last paragraph... review.xoxo julezz